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She heard a ringing in her ear, rhythmic to the pulsing of the water. Even underwater, she felt sure she was receiving another transmission. She swam down farther and held the conch at the bottom of the pool to her ear. She couldn't make out any words, but there was modulation in the voice she was hearing. And each sentence was getting louder. With every instance where the sound got louder, the pool got darker. She swam up to the surface, with plans to ready herself for dinner. She noticed the black skies, and swam up hoping to get into her kitchen before the thunder. It kept getting darker. Eventually she reached the surface, though, with the sun glistening off her back, with her face down in the water.
She woke up in the hospital. Sitting in the waiting room for her, she could see through the window her next door neighbor, who she had always felt uncomfortable around, catching him trying to peek through her window every so often while she was undressed. He smiled at her. She wanted to in the moment, but decided against it.
"It has no function, no substance, no chutzpah!" He had no interest in his little brothers inventions. Even into his own 30s and his brother's late 20s, John was very hesitant to give the ventures of his brother Andrew any credit; in the past twenty-plus years, he couldn't find it in himself to give up the sibling rivalry.
"The world is now at odds!" The announcer, obviously in pure fear for his life, dawned a brave face and fearless voice, announcing the impending intergalactic war between the two factions. Every kid in the arena showed fear in their eyes, recognizing the gravity that failed to run parallel to the Saturday Morning Space Wars they watch on Saturday morning basic cable over their bowl of Cap'n Crunch.
I'm tired and I don't want to actually type about anything, but I like continuity. BUT, I find it FRUSTRATING that there is no statistical evidence for Public vs. Private sector space exploration. A month ago, I would have never cared about a debate anything, but as soon as you get in it, sh** gets real. Not really tough. just this one resolution. AAGH. I finished typing early, so fjhgrjghergjegnhjrghnfergjkn.
I feel like I'm pressed for time in my career. The entire writing industry is about who can be the most interesting, the quickest, and the most consistently. I fell pressured to have as many screenplays as possible, even though I want to, before I leave high school. I honestly think that leg up can do a lot for me, and wth the competition, I need the leg up.